Skid PTSD
So during our annual road trip, we stay at this hotel with an arcade room. Out of curiosity I walk in and there it is! A "claw" game. The type where a kid tries to pick up a prize with the mechanical "claw." This was a favorite of SD26's aka the Animal Torturer. There was simply never a case where we didn't have to stop in our tracks so that the Animal Torturer would put endless quarters in UNTIL she picked up a prize of her liking. I O Ws hours of time spent as she fumbled her way through the game (she was not good at it whatsoever).
Chef (with my money) would spend $20 in quarters each weekend on this only to have the ferals break the prize instantaneously or leave it behind in an endless pile of junk, never to be thought about again.
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Recognize that there is a possibility we have PTSD. You can't live it with out getting it, just have to tell yourself it's a flash back
The claw game! That holds a
The claw game! That holds a special place in my heart. Once when my youngest was maybe 9 or 10, we went on vacation and there was an arcade. I gave them a set amount of spending money for the trip. They blew it all on the claw machine and didn't win a single toy. They have never touched a claw machine since. The next year when we went, i asked if they wanted to go to the arcade and it was "Ok, but i'm not giving that scam machine any money!!"